Friday, June 11, 2010

Yay! I was able to get my iPhone last night!! KlrWombat took me to the AT&T store in the Nittany Mall so I could pick it up. We discovered that the phone I was originally going to get was just the first generation G3, not the G3s that I thought I was getting. KlrWombat offered to cover the difference for me in prices between the two phones. *hangs head* I took him up on his offer (thankyouthankyouthankyou KlrWombat) and Sandy, the woman at AT&T was able to do the exchange at no charge.

SO, I'm now the proud owner of a 16gig G3s iPhone. =) It was sad to retire the SLVR, but I've already started to move in and make it my home. I found a little app called iToner that allowed me to move my old ringtones into the phone, I put a couple pictures on it for backgrounds, I've got it running off my wireless network here at home, I put Pandora and a slew of other useless games and apps on it. I'm waiting till I get paid next week to put Bejeweled2 on it... =)

I'm still getting the hang of the keyboard on it and trying to get the hang of text messaging.

I've been doing ok, over all. Well, I've been having quite a few episodes of syncope, which are very annoying (and a little scary to watch, so I've been told) but I'm mostly ok. We got the house a little cleaner, did about 8 loads of laundry (made Rykujin haul the clothes around, he dumps the dry, clean clothes on the bed and I sort and fold)

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

Well, today was Tuesday, so it's therapy day. Rykujin and I also went grocery shopping. I'm emotionally and physically pooped. Walked all across campus and then from the bus stop to the Giant grocery store and all over the store. My back is unhappy with me. I would have thought I'd have more trouble with my knee, but no, it's my back. *sigh*

Today's therapy discussion revolved around me viewing the world as objects and not as subjects. It stemmed from being told I came across as shy. I never thought of myself as shy, but I can see it if I step back and look. I stay quiet, observing things and don't really put myself into the situation. Once again the topic came around that I keep people at arm's length and don't really open up unless forced to do so. Heh. Give me the camera and let me document the activity while I hide behind the lens. I keep the calm, almost bland, exterior while I'm really dissembling and fighting back a flood that I don't want anyone to see, regardless of what that flood of emotion is.

We talked about my issue with my old friend and my reaction to the whole situation. My worst fear is that my thought that I'm the worst friend in the world will be confirmed. Which is asinine, else why would she try contacting me in the first place? So just before I started this entry I sent her a short message on Facebook.

The humor for the day come from the gentleman shouting at the Gates of Old Main about Jesus and how he came back for my sins, to which I replied 'Look out! Zombie Jesus!!" loud enough for the people around me (and him) to hear. I don't think I made a friend with him. He started talking about Nero and falling of empires...

On the other hand, I got reacquainted with Greg while sitting on The Wall waiting for the M bus. Greg is one of those people who just walk up to you and stick their hand out and introduces themselves to you. He's introduced himself to me numerous times. Then he usually takes my birkenstocks off and checks out my toes. Greg makes me *very* uncomfortable. He doesn't have the personal space of a normal person. Today he looked me up and down and mostly down. I could see him looking at my Keen-clad feet wanting to take my shoes off, but he restrained himself this time. Thankfully. =)

Tonight I made bruschetta al la Choperena. It seemed to be a hit with housemates. I know I really liked it. I didn't get the bread quite crunchy like it was when she made it, but for the first time, I'm just glad the tomato/basil/vinegar concoction turned out well.

I've started hanging out on Facebook and gmail chat. KlrWombat told me about the Adium client. It seems pretty robust on my mac. I'm trying to put myself out there more. =)

Monday, June 07, 2010

I got to see Splice last night with KlrWombat. It was a good movie. Not great, but I'd watch it again, though probably not in a theater. The spliced chimera was compelling though some of it's 'surprise powers' were a little over the top. I thought the dynamics where the two main scientists swapped their attitudes towards the chimera was interesting. The final outcome was a little predictable though; "Frankenstein must kill his/her monster." Visually it was pretty. I give it 3 out of 5 stars.

KlrWombat gave me an invite to Google Voice. (msg me if you want an invite =) I'm not 100% sure what I'm going to do with it, at the moment, but I'll figure it out.

My Big Bro confirmed my pre-registration to Pennsic for this year. Now I just have to figure out how I'm getting there and back. That's going to be the hard part. That and having money to eat. I'll play it all by ear.

Not much else going on with me.

hugs and love

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So I have an old friend (ok, truth be told, she was my BEST friend for a number of years when I was in elementary and jr high school) who's found me on facebook. I've friended her and she's called a number of times and it's always gone through to voicemail. I've not called her back... I miss her butI've got this baggage about talking to her... =(

I wasn't there for her back around '93 when she had some shit going down in her life then. I can still remember finding out about the problems she was having and feeling powerless to do anything to help. I think in retrospect there *were* a number of things I could have done and I've felt guilty for years now.

The last time she found me was when Demented and I were in the throes of falling apart. We were in touch briefly and then I lost her number, my phone was disconnected and, well, everything that happened, happened. So...That overshadows me too. It sounds so stupid, but the thought of talking to her terrifies me and right now, just thinking about it, I want to cry. I feel so torn. Some "friend" I am...